Fall
Fall
is that awkward time of year, when the furnace is
running, but I still need to empty the basement dehumidifier.
The trees make it worthwhile. There are a number of maple trees in
town, a few just down the block from our home. Some of them are in the habit
of turning brilliant red this time of year.
I love the bright sunlight (when it happens), the blue sky and the
fall colors. I'm not so thrilled over what I sweep off the van after
work, but nothing is perfect in this world.
After a few hard freezes the insects aren't as active. Boxelder bugs move inside, which lends a bit of excitement to the
day at work. There's nothing quite like looking up at your monitor, and
seeing something with six legs and pinpoint red eyes looking back at
you.
During the last week of September and the first part of October, late
afternoon finds a low sun shining across the treetops where I work. Autumnal colors of the
sunlit leaves bathe the street
in a golden radiance as I walk to the van and
head for home.
Later, almost all the color in that block is concentrated in a single
brilliantly yellow tree about a hundred feet north. This autumnal
diehard usually hangs onto its leaves, even after wind like the storm in October
of 2001.
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